Chapter 479 With My Dou Zun-Level Strength, It Doesn’t Matter if I’m Respected!

The people who were invited by Han Feng at a high price felt nervous, and silently retreated a distance behind Han Feng, glancing at the Yao Lao floating in the sky with fear.

Canaan Academy could not deal with most of the forces in the Black Horn Region at the same time, but a Dou Zun-level strongman could easily kill them.

"With my Dou Zun-level strength, it doesn't matter if I am respected!" The two pairs of wings behind Xiao Yan fluttered together, and he flew towards Han Feng suddenly.

"What?!" Han Feng's heart was shaken, and he couldn't believe his ears.

With a whoosh, he saw a flash of gorgeous light in front of him, and his junior brother Xiao Yan had already flown in front of him, and the plain short knife in his hand was like the sickle of the god of death, slashing towards his head.

Han Feng raised his arm suddenly, and his palm clenched quickly, and the dark blue flame condensed rapidly, solidifying into a dark blue trident like a substance in the blink of an eye.

Han Feng held the flame trident, which was more than two feet wide, tightly in both hands, and his confidence increased instantly.

As soon as the dark blue trident was successfully condensed, it immediately met Xiao Yan's short knife. The two collided with each other, and a roar like thunder suddenly broke out.

The trident condensed by the strange fire in Han Feng's hand was instantly broken into two pieces. The terrifying huge force was released, and Han Feng fell obliquely towards a high-rise building like a falling meteorite.

"So strong!" For the strong men at the Dou Zun level, the people in the Black Horn Region did not have too specific and clear understanding, but they knew Han Feng.

People at the peak Dou Huang level are extremely powerful and are ranked on the black list.

But such a person could not even stop Xiao Yan's casual attack, which shows that the Dou Zun strongman is extremely terrifying.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Han Feng barely got up from the ruins and stood on the roof.

A breeze blew over, and Han Feng felt as if his arms were not his own. His good junior brother made it difficult for him to raise his arms.

Xiao Yan chased him up as fast as lightning. He had been thinking about how to deal with Han Feng's sword fighting skills for a long time. Now was the time for Han Feng to be stabbed.

"Step to kill..." Xiao Yan landed on the roof and rushed towards Han Feng with strange and changeable steps.

Looking at Xiao Yan who was attacking again, Han Feng gritted his teeth. He had suffered a lot in his life.

The endless infamy, the pain of burning his body when he wasted his time to rebuild the incomplete scroll and fuse the strange fire, and the backlash of the strange fire every once in a while, had already sharpened his mind and body far beyond ordinary people.

Although Xiao Yan's casual sword had made his body and soul tremble, he still had to persevere at this critical moment of life and death.

Han Feng moved his legs together, dodged left and right, and after realizing that his arms had some strength, he immediately swung his arms to counterattack.

Xiao Yan raised his hand and grasped Han Feng's wrist, and the short knife in his hand slashed across Han Feng's arm like picking leaves from flowers.

The light and shadow flashed, and the arm originally under the exquisite alchemist's robe had become a white bone without flesh and blood.

As the saying goes, the five fingers are connected to the heart. At this moment, not only was the flesh and blood on Han Feng's fingers cut off, but there was no more flesh on the whole arm. Many pains poured into Han Feng's mind at the same time, and the intensity was far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Ah!!!" Han Feng's angry blood-red eyes burst into blood and tears with screams.

However, he was also a ruthless man. Since his arm was useless, he suddenly exerted force without any attachment, and his body retreated backwards, and immediately used Xiao Yan's grasping force to give his white bone arm to Xiao Yan.

Medusa raised her hand and pressed Zi Yan's little head lying on her shoulder. It was the first time she saw Xiao Yan so cruel.

Han Feng retreated with a grim smile: "Junior brother, if you want my arm, just say it. Do you think I am your teacher? It is natural to want something from someone else, but you are guarding against me like a thief when you look at your own things."

Everyone gasped in shock. Although they were in the Black Horn Region and saw vicious people every day, they had never thought that the dignified Medicine King Han Feng would have such a bloody scene.

Xiao Yan knew that Han Feng was asking for the Three Thousand Thunders of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion and the Three Mysterious Changes of the Sky Fire of the Burning Flame Valley in a weird way. However, he was not affected by Han Feng's words at all. He stepped forward and came to Han Feng again in a flash.

"Small Broken Knife Step." Yao Lao looked at the two disciples of the Battle Group with deep eyes. Although Xiao Yan rarely used this fighting skill, he still left a deep impression on him when he killed many mercenaries with a sharp blade in the Tagor Desert.

Facing Xiao Yan's slow footsteps, Han Feng asked himself that even if he was at his full strength, even if he broke through to become a Dou Zong, it would be difficult to distance himself from Xiao Yan, and suddenly he had the will to die together.

Fighting until his last arm was gone, Han Feng suddenly hugged Xiao Yan, and at the same time, the sea heart flame in his body jumped, as long as he hugged Xiao Yan, he would explode immediately.

Even though Xiao Yan was extremely powerful, it would definitely not be easy for a peak Dou Huang to explode under such a huge force with a strange fire so close. Han Feng couldn't help but reveal a crazy smile at the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Yan possessed many strange fires, and his strength was far above Han Feng, so how could he not notice Han Feng's small movements.

He stepped forward and directly crashed into Han Feng's arms. With a flip of his wrist, he used the handle of the knife to hammer heavily at the three acupuncture points on Han Feng's back: 'Dazhui', 'Shendao', and 'Zhongshu'.

Although Xiao Yan's movements were fast, he was very accurate in identifying the acupuncture points, and only made a sound after three consecutive hits.

Han Feng groaned with a pale face, and suddenly felt that he had lost contact with Hai Xinyan.

This was his last resort. After losing control of Hai Xinyan, Han Feng took two steps back and roared: "What did you do to me?"

"I just want to see the color of your heart and liver, you are such a wolf-hearted beast!" Xiao Yan stepped hard with his left foot, jumped up high, and slashed diagonally in front of Han Feng with the short knife, "Broken dream!"

Although Xiao Yan only made one chop, the three heavy blows just now had already separated the flesh and bones of Han Feng's upper body. With one blow, it suddenly fell off like a flower blooming, revealing Han Feng's various internal organs and chest. A red heart beats loudly.

Fierce people will more or less say that they are skinned and cramped. Han Feng also said this to people when he escaped from Zhongzhou to the Black Corner Territory, but only now did he realize the feeling of life being worse than death.

Xiao Yan grabbed Han Feng's hair with one hand and lifted him up: "It turns out that you, a beast like you, also has a red heart."

Fortunately, Han Feng was at the peak of Douhuang, and he was tortured by strange fires. If he were an ordinary person, having his skin and flesh peeled away like this would have been painful to death.